Everyone immediately turned toward the person who had just spoken.

The bistro wasn't very big, and it had a prominent western style. To put it more accurately, it was a very pronounced cowboy style. To the right of the entrance were the bar and the kitchen, and to the left were the tables and chairs, all of which were constructed from timber. One could see the entire bistro with a single glance, so everyone immediately saw the person who had just spoken.

It was a white man. 

Even though Mexico was the cradle of cowboys, this was Cancún, which was a fishing and tourism city that was surrounded by sea. Thus, it was very rare to see people wearing cowboy suits here. However, that was exactly what this man was wearing.

His face was riddled with scars, and he didn't appear to be all that old, but there was already some white to his coarse stubble. His eyes were bright and piercing, and not only was he wearing a cowboy hat, there was also a red bandanna around his neck, accompanying a cowboy vest and a white shirt. There was a slice of fried kingfish sitting in front of him, as well as a bottle of wine that had already been opened, rather than a Corona beer that was most popular in the restaurant. Overall, he didn't seem to fit in at all with the rest of the bistro.

Looks like someone's taken the job... 

A string of forlorn sighs rang out...